Owner	Pose
Ted Gammage	There's not really been a ton of time to do much socializing lately, and for whatever reason Ted's been keeping to himself. He's usually in the garage, working on his car, and today is no different. To his credit, he's got a lot of work done. The old engine has been removed and the new one hangs from a lift in approximitly the right place and he's starting to get it fastened in.
Shannon	The last class of the day has finally let out for Shannon, and she's just about had it up to her ears with the hustle and bustle, at least for the moment. So the minute she can, she grabs a bottle of soda, a bag of kettle-cooked chips and hightails it on out to the garage for a little peace and quiet. She's dressed in a long black t-shirt with a huge pink sequined heart dead center, black leggings, and black sneakers.      As she slips into the garage, she sees Ted at work on the car, and makes her way over to join him. "Hey," she calls out in greeting, extending a wing in his general direction. "Want another pair of hands to help?"
Ted Gammage	There's a thump, Ted was bent mostly over hooking something up, hadn't heard her come in. He says 'Ow' but its more a habit than any actual pain. He looks over and gives her a light smile, "Oh, hey Shan. How's life, the universe and everything?" he wonders. He's apparently been working as his shirt, worn as it is, has a few new grease stains and his hands are covered in a bit of it as well.
Shannon	"Not too bad. Can't complain, who'd listen anyways?" Shannon quips, chuckling softly. She sets the soda and chips aside, cracking her knuckles and flexing her hands as if preparing to get to work. "I mean, there's the homecoming dance to plan for and all... fingers crossed, was hoping it could be on Halloween, but we'll see how that works out. What about you, though?" Smiling, she lifts her chin just a touch towards the car, and the engine. "Looks like you've been getting a lot done there."
Ted Gammage	"I'd listen," Ted says with a wry grin. "I'm pretty good at listenin'. Don't gotta talk much fer it." He rubs the back of his neck absently, then realizes he just smeared grease on himself and gets a rag off the nearby table to try to rectify the situation. "Ah, a dance. Never been mah sorta thing," he says, holding up a foot and pointing at it, "Big, stupid feet," he explains before putting his boot back down. "Graceful, I ain't." He hmms softly, "Jer takin' ya?" he wonders. "Me? Ah, yeah Jus' about to get the engine in place. Might try t' lift the suspension up a little. Its ah bit of herecy in a sports car, but ah'm kinda big an' heavy and don't want it scrapin' the ground when ah get in." He pats the engine's top lightly, "S'not too fancy. But it'll do us."
Shannon	Shannon just shakes her head. "Nobody's asked me yet. Sometimes, I think they're afraid to try." Shrugging, she just smiles faintly. "Guess that's what I get for being out on too many adventures. In the end, I'm still just a regular person, adventures and all, but I wonder if people see that." Covering her mouth to stifle a giggle, she just rolls her eyes. "Oh come on, I bet you're not all that bad. And I bet if you were to ask Miss Carr about dance classes, it might be something she'd be willing to get going on a more regular basis for folks. I've been in her ballet class for a little while. You'd be surprised how well that pairs with bo staff fighting."      Listening as Ted describes his plans for the car, she nods. "Yeah, I hear you there. Especially with frost heaves on the road. Those can get real nasty in the winter, they'd be murder on the undercarriage of the car."
Ted Gammage	"Ah? Ah thought y'two were..kinda a thing was all," Ted admits, "Mighta got th' wrong signal." He smiles, "Well, if they don' ask y'out, you jus' gotta ask them out, right? S' brave new world, full o' equality an' stuff." He smiles wryly and leans over the car another few moments, tightening something up. He's obviously being very gentle with it. When he comes back up, he chuckles at the comment about the classes. "Nah, ah think m'strengths lie elsewhere outside''a being graceful. Plus ah could possibly break someone's foot if ah stepped on it mid-dance, right?" To the last he says "Well, dunno about all that, never had t' deal with snow fer the most part."
Shannon	"I've done the asking before," Shannon replies, her voice dropping a notch or two in volume. "It never ends well." She leans over and tries to get a look at what Ted's working on, her wings starting to spread out behind her. Unfortunately, this has the effect of blocking some of the light shining down into the work area. "You'd probably be a better dancer than you think. Don't sell yourself short."
Ted Gammage	Ted squints a bit in the engine as the light dims, but he doesn't say anything. He's mostly verifying everything's bolted in. He moves around the car, reaching, feeling here and there before he shrugs, "Moment uh truth," he says, and unhooks the chain around the engine and it doesn't fall out. "Well, that's done up right ah' hope." He grins bigly. "Now...jus' to do the rest of it." He leans very lightly against the car, facing Shannon now. "Mmm, now ah'm jus' curious about how askin' someone out went bad for yeh." He ponders a moment, "Or is this one'ah those things ah' should just let drop?" And to the last, he chuckles, "Ah assure ya, ah'm not. M'good at breakin' things, that skill carries over to dancin'. Probably twirl m'date inta a wall if ah found one."
Shannon	"Had a major crush on someone, finally got up the guts to tell them. Turned out they saw me more like a little sister. Which wasn't all bad but still hurt like hell." Shannon shrugs, and leans against the car, smiling at Ted's success with the engine remaining in place. "Another time, things seemed to be going well, but as it turns out they ah, well... played for the other team. My dates disappear, too. But anyhoo! I still think you'd be a better dancer than you think, if you give yourself a chance."
Ted Gammage	"Mmm, oh," Ted says. "Wasn't quite what I was expectin'," he says. "But ah can see where that'd leave ah bit of a mark." He grins, "If it helps any, ah've never really been on ah date, or had any sorta relationship like that." He now steps to the table and wipes off his hands, getting somewhat cleaner. "Spent most of th' last few years tryin' to..y'know, not break people. Easier t'push folk away," he notes with a roll of one shoulder. He takes on his usual joking tone, "Was hard though, ah'mean, with these good looks, ah had t' run real quick."
Shannon	"And such modesty as well," Shannon quips, her tone as droll as anything but her eyes bearing a light twinkle of mirth. Moving away from the car, she retrieves the bottle of cola she'd brought with her, and the bag of chips. "Not a healthy snack but tasty enough if you want some?"
Ted Gammage	"Hah, ah'm gonna haveta wash up b'fore I touch anythin' ah'm going to eat. Cars are dirty," Ted notes with a chuckle. He looks at the beat up car, the outside of it still dented, dinged, unmatched-painted or one fender just plain missing. "Think they'll make me put an X on th' front," he jokes. "Or maybe just painted on th' hood." He grins at her, "Ah, maybe they'll put one on th' moped too, mm? Brandin' off the charts."
Shannon	Shannon chuckles, and shakes her head, gesturing over to a black Vespa not too terribly far off. "Nope. Only thing that I wound up with custom on that one was some metal wings that Mr. Rasputin put on the fenders for my birthday, and a helmet that didn't make me feel claustrophobic from Mr. Summers. But no branding. So I doubt they'd make you do that." Glancing over at the car, she smiles, lightly running her fingers over some of the dents. "Have you given any thought as to what -you- might want for a paint job on this?"
Ted Gammage	"Hm, ah haven't actually," Ted says. "Could go classic bright red sports car," he admits, "But, it ain't really my style." He rubs his chin, "Black with maybe ah white stripe up the middle?" He then adds more playfully. "Could get me some o' those under-lights. Maybe some crazy rims?" His nose wrinkles even as he says it, obviously the thought doesn't agree with him even teasingly. "Ah admittedly got ah more modern engine so it probably won't be too loud either. M'old friends would be so disappointed. Greg had ah truck that he purposly busted th' muffler on so it 'Sounded better'."
Shannon	Shannon wrinkles her nose at the suggestion of crazy rims, shaking her head and looking as if she'd bitten into a whole lemon. "Ugh, no. No crazy rims. But the racing stripe? Maybe. Under-lights? That can be done tastefully. You could put some gold flecks in the paint if you're going black, though, add a little extra wow factor." Grinning, she crosses her arms. "And if you really wanted, you could always bust the muffler so it 'sounds better', too. I mean, unless you prefer a quiet engine. This is about you, not disappointing your friends."
Ted Gammage	"Eh. Last time ah saw Greg was a couple days after m'football game. He came in th' store I was at, saw me, called me ah... I think 'Demonspawn' and ran out of the store, so he can, if y'll pardon th' expression, go fuck himself." Ted's brow had furrowed and his face got briefly tense, but he just shakes it off, realizing he probably was a bit more intimdating with that than he indended. "Ah'm ok with th' quiet engine. Got too much weight t' do any racin', and I don't think it 'Blows the ladies clothes off' Like m' old pals said. Not that ah think they'd even know. Dorks." He looks back to the car thinking, "Ah like the paint idea. Though might look up other ideas later. Shame Jer ain't here, he could probably find somethin' super quick. Also, still need t'see if he can make th' car talk like that one from the old Knight Rider show. Not sure it works like that though."
Shannon	"I wonder if there's even an AI that advanced. Knight Rider was ahead of its time in a lot of ways, really. I bet you could work in some of the features, though, somehow. It's not hard to get the back-and-forth swishy red lights for the front, if you wanted those." Shannon sighs lightly, moving over to offer Ted a hug if he'll allow it, despite his scowl. "I've heard worse, and in various languages. It's okay. Lost my best friend of the time due to my gifts, too, so... I know how it feels."
Ted Gammage	"Uhh, prolly is, right? Got self drivin' ones. An' I bet those rich, tech guys have all kinds of stuff like that," Ted notes. "Bettin' Stark could jus sit in the passanger seat of his car and tell it t' go fight bad guys and it'd zip off to do it." He ponders at the notion of the back and forth red light. "Maybe, it'd haveta have tha sound though. That wooshwoosh." He takes another deep breath at the more serious aspects of the conversation. "Eh, Greg's dad was th' preacher of th' local baptist church. They were... like that," he notes. "Though, maybe ah should get y' to go pay them a visit. Can we craft you a Halo? You could just tell um God sent ya to teach them not to be jerks."
Shannon	"I could improvise a Doric chiton for the full effect, too," Shannon mused, chuckling. "You have no idea how tempting it is to do something like that sometimes, it really is. It'd sure beat having to fight sometimes." Tilting her head to one side as she steps back again, she thinks for a moment. "I bet it's not too hard to find that whoosh-whoosh sound effect on the Web. It'd probably be a matter of hooking it up to a speaker and syncing that up with your swishy front lights or something. I dunno, I'm no expert on that stuff."
Ted Gammage	"Me either. An' fun an idea as it is, ah'm not quite sure ah'd do it. More classic than that ah guess. Prolly just keep it as is, give it a nice paint job and leave th' muffler nice and quiet. As much to keep t' my style as it is to thumb muh nose at old, former friends." He ponders a moment then goes to wash up at the sink, apparently done with the greasy part of working for now. "But yeah, ah get it on the other thing. Though that sorta thing would prolly backfire."
Shannon	Shannon nods, and smiles a bit, brushing a stray wisp of pale gold away from her face, and tucking it behind her ear. "Tricks like that never go well in the end. But it's sure funny as heck thinking it. As for the F-bomb, don't worry. I've probably heard and used worse, in multiple languages." The soda and chips seem to have been forgotten, and really, at this point don't seem like they'd be sufficient to blunt the edge of a ravenous appetite. "Think there might be some chili and cornbread on the menu in the dining hall tonight, or if you wanted, I could see about maybe making some mac 'n cheese...?"
Ted Gammage	Oh, the F-Bomb. Ted had forgotten. He looks suitably embarassed. "That weren't polite of me, was it?" he says with a chuckle. "I guess it still riles me up ah bit. And, at th' same time ah miss it too, y'know?" He wrinkles his nose. "Its kinda dumb. Or maybe ah'm kinda dumb for it." He quirks his brow and smiles, "Y'offerin' to make me food? Ah'd never say no, but you'll start the folks to gossipin'." And he gives her a wink, standing close by her.
Shannon	"Wouldn't be the first time I made someone food, won't be the last. I'll just make extra, so if anyone else wants some, they can have it. Plus, leftovers." Shannon chuckles a bit, moving away from the car and heading inside. "Nothing wrong with a little comfort food every now and again."